Song Yan went to the hospital feeling refreshed, and Song's parents looked much better than yesterday.

During lunch, Song Yan said he wouldn't be coming at noon because he had to go to the library and there wouldn't be enough time to deliver lunch.

She brought Song Yan meals every day, and Song Ma felt sorry for Song Yan's hard work. This morning, Song Yan brought so much food, especially the mushrooms in the chicken soup—it was the best thing she had ever eaten. It was delicious even cold, let alone, as Song Yan said, after being steamed in the water room.

Song Yan didn't mention going to the cafeteria, because heating up food there would cost money. Song's mother definitely wouldn't be willing to spend that.

What about Song Yan's lunch?

Song Yan had food coupons and money, and Song's mother was relieved when she saw Song Yan take them out.

As they were preparing to leave, Song Yan told them about Xu Fengxia.

Xu Fengxia was no pushover either. Otherwise, how could she have occupied her father-in-law's house and suppressed Uncle He so much that he had no power to fight back?

Xu Fengxia tried to cause trouble, but her daughter dealt with her!

Song's mother looked at Song's father, who also looked surprised, which meant he hadn't misheard.

Song Yan made it very simple; she didn't go through any trouble, she just took out He Jianian's confession and showed it to everyone.

If Mr. Song wants to see the confession, then let him see it!

At the same time, Song's parents thought: It must not have been easy for He Jianian to write such a confession!

Song Yan thoughtfully closed the ward door tightly.

Mr. and Mrs. Song stared at the closed door for a long time before speaking.

Song Ma said, "With Xiao Yan around, does that mean no one can bully us? I... I can't let anyone bully me either, or I'll embarrass Xiao Yan too."

Mr. Song said, "I've embarrassed Xiaoyan."

They laugh at me for not having a son. "Look, isn't our daughter more useful than a son? My sister-in-law has a son, but she still got beaten up that day." Father Song had a vague idea: with his daughter around, none of them could beat him.

There was also a big bowl of peeled apples. Are the apples really that delicious?

When Song Ma visited her second sister's house, her sister had given her apples before, but none of them tasted as good as this. Song Ba, on the other hand, had never eaten one before.

After eating one piece, Song Ma couldn't bear to eat any more.

Mr. Song took a piece and put it in his mouth, then fed the next piece to Mrs. Song. "Eat up, I'll sell more after I get paid."

It was as if Song's mother and father had never been human before, and suddenly one day they knew what it was like to be human. If you were to try to make them bow down and act like slaves, they would not only refuse, but would also think of rebelling…

Song Yan went straight to the courtyard that Gangzi had prepared.

Fifty roosters and hens were tied up and thrown on the ground. Fifty rabbits. Then there was frozen fish, weighing about a hundred pounds. A basket of dates was also taken out.

That's all for the first time!

After all, we don't know what kind of person the other party is.

Song Yan asked the little beggar on lookout to find Gangzi, while she waited in the house.

The head of this black market is Chu Shaowei, and he's been in a bad mood these past few days.

He had his eye on someone—a calm, intelligent man who was also an exceptional fighter. Even his superiors thought highly of him. But this man was too difficult to control. If anyone dared to disobey, he would beat them until they submitted.

This method cannot be used on this person.

His superiors favor him, so he has a chance to rise in the ranks. Offending someone with potential is unwise. But his superiors also want to remove him. Too harsh a move won't work, and too lenient a move won't work either.

Besides, his skills are not easy to control.

Gangzi said that a woman wanted to do business with him yesterday; she had some goods she wanted to sell. She contacted him today. He asked me what to do about it.

Gangzi is quite tactful, and Boss Chu values ​​him highly.

Some people, unfamiliar with the black market or whose goods are too unusual to sell themselves, would seek out Chu Shaowei to sell to them at a low price. Chu Shaowei profited handsomely from this. However, he ignored small, insignificant transactions.

Chu Shaowei asked what it was that needed to be attacked, and Gangzi said he didn't know. The woman wouldn't say.

Gangzi was mainly in charge of the black market, and usually didn't need to ask for permission for minor matters. But Song Yan's tone was quite aggressive that day, so he thought it would be better to ask for permission first. However, he didn't know that Chu Shaowei had been in a particularly bad mood these past few days.

"Does anyone dare to act tough with me? Today I'll go see which Tom, Dick, or Harry is putting on airs here!" Chu Shaowei was furious and wanted to vent his anger on someone.

Gangzi hadn't expected Chu Shaowei to be in such a bad mood, and his heart jumped. It was obvious their boss wanted to vent his anger on someone.

That little knife was just meant to scare him. With so many people Chu Shaowei brought, what good was a small knife?

This is bad! He might have just pocketed some money, but he hadn't done anything else. Chu Shaowei, on the other hand, wasn't.

Hopefully, that girl is an ugly monster when she takes off her mask.

Song Yan was estimating how much these things were worth when, "Bang!" the door was kicked open.

They were stunned when they saw what was in the yard.

Then he walked in.

Two men cleared the way in front, and a man with a small mustache entered from the middle. "Quite a lot of stuff!"

Gangzi was covered in sweat; he was scared just now, and now he was even more shocked. This girl really has some good stuff!

Gangzi ran up and introduced, "This is our boss."

Song Yan really didn't know how to respond. Should he say, "Hello, boss?" Besides, the man with the mustache had an arrogant expression, his face practically screaming "pretentious." But when he saw the item, his face lit up with greed.

I'm afraid this is the only time we can make this deal. And even this time, the money won't be easy to get.

Seeing that Song Yan didn't speak, Gangzi turned around, his mustache tucked behind his back, and winked at him, "Aren't you going to say hello to our boss?"

What did he mean? There was anxiety and fear in his eyes.

"Hey boss!" Song Yan felt it was rather boring.

Chu Shaowei examined the items and realized they were worth several hundred yuan; he could make a windfall today.

If Song Yan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely say, "You don't have the same discernment as Boss Qin."

"Why are you wearing a mask? Take it off and let me see." Chu Shaowei's words were very flippant.

Song Yan: "I have scars on my face, so I don't take off my mask."

"Your voice is so unpleasant, and your face is unsightly. What's the point of living like that?" Chu Shaowei was really frustrated and wanted to find someone easy to bully.

Song Yan deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke, making it sound very hoarse, which was indeed very unpleasant to hear.